Dean Savage looks around the backstage area, scanning the surroundings. Smiles to himself...

Dean Savage: Well, this is more like it...much better than the minor show background area. Even the environment looks pretty good...none of that cheap cardboard stuff...

- taps on the big ULLW sign behind him and almost knocks it over -

Dean Savage: ...ummm...guess not.

- turns his attention over to a guy standing next to him, eying him up, then says with a sardonic look -

Dean Savage: Well, it's good to know at least they've spared no expenses when it comes to the reporting staff....Yes?! I assume you were meaning to ask something? Believe me, I never would've figured you for a broadcast journalist, but the mic in your hand suggests otherwise.

Achmed: Just a minute, sir! I resent that!

Dean Savage: That's very good...maybe you could make that your catchphrase! God knows you'll need something for people to remember you by.

- Takes the mic away from Achmed and continues -

Dean Savage: Go on...scurry off, go and hone your announcing skills and leave this promo to the big boys, cause ...as someone you might look up to once said...business is about to pick up.

- Shakes his head as he watches Achmed back away -

Dean Savage: Tsk tsk...what kind of a show are you running here, Speedy? I know it's difficult to find good help these days, but I bet you're already resenting hiring that guy, huh? That's not the only thing you'll be resenting, though. For you see, Speedy, after our match, you'll be needing all kinds of help...after you get DeANstroyed!